Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

Determined to seek some respite from the last few turns of the moon, and keep distance from the ruined Spear, Antares had remained in Stavanger. To relax, rest, unwind--and generally be absent from all things beyond himself. He prowled, hunted, and scouted the nearby--often circling back to the beach, though it had only been a short while since he had met it for the first time, the routine slipped into place as well as anything was going to.

The Ostrega came surfacing from scavenging the tide, dark furs still slaked with seawater, when he climbed the gentle hills. It brought him into sight of pale-furred company, prompting him to half-pause his walk across the sands, his toes adjusting--he wasn't quite used to their flow yet. But, he lifted his head and peered towards what proved to not be a complete stranger; he recognized Moonglow's herbalist vaguely enough.

Knowing he would have been well seen by now in this relative openness, he dipped his muzzle in way of a silent greeting over their distance while wondering what had brought her here.